Frolicking With Friendly Goats

Friendly goats are holding me hostage today. They are hop-dancing in my yard; they want to play! I looked out at 6:30, I said, “no way!” “Come on!” shouted the big brown one, “We plan to stay.” Watched them frolic and skip, they made me smile. I guess I could go out for a little while. Husband did not know, picked up phone to dial, Announced they would be picked up with some guile. Yes, I had to move fast. Time was running out. My soul entranced, I pranced and hopped, I skipped about. Was the best day of my life, without a doubt “Goat Services are here!” My husband, inside, did shout. The goat herders came out and took us all away. We were all crammed inside a wagon, blue and gray. We sang “Red River Valley” as they took us away. My husband came to claim me at the end of the day. It was the best day so far I have ever had. When I went back home I was truly quite sad. I sneaked back later and the goats were all glad. I took them home, making my husband a tiny mad.